As I have often said, old porno never dies; it just gets repackaged and sold in bulk form on another medium for ten cents on the dollar of the original market price. This review is for the 42nd STREET FOREVER COLLECTION:

VOLUME 10. I suppose this is a ponderous title for what amounts to fifteen silent, short sex films that used to play in peep show booths back in the sixties and seventies. Let us take a virtual visit to the recently renovated, virtual 42nd street adult film theater and try to convince ourselves that spilled popcorn butter is the ONLY reason why the floors always seem so sticky.

Volume 10 of the series is a further depiction of the bare bones, silent movie depiction of vintage onscreen sexuality. Because I can’t possibly explain what separates the content of this two hour volume from any of the previous three, two hour compendiums I reviewed before it (nothing), once again I have decided to write about this product in the style of writing of a great author…

Here is my review of Volume #10, inspired by the writing style of Emily Bronte...

“Peep Show Volume #10”

Volume ten tis carnal action

From another time and space

Silent films of satisfaction

Wet smiles on thine face

Volume ten is quite obscene

It runneth for two hours

Players of poor hygiene

Bask in carnal showers

Volume ten tis divided.

15 films art enclosed.

The lovers get excited

Lo the filth, doth flows!

Volume ten tis all silence

Thine projector sounds in sputter

Squirt guns of opalescence-

Slick thine eyes with yon butter

Volume ten tis most craven

Everything twas depicted

The pubic manes unshaven

The closing shots? Unscripted

Volume ten seeks thy purchase

Volume ten tis all you doth expect

Volume ten throbbeth in your face

And ye knoweth what happens next...

Special features Include a booklet by Robin Bougie where he talks about the rise and fall of Joe Brocchini, a late 1970's peep show magnate and violent mobster. I commend Mr Bougie for once again, somehow discovering something fresh to write about in each new volume if by now the actual relationship with the films themselves is all but tangental; incidental.

This concludes my "Great Author Series" reviews of the 42ND STREET PEEP SHOW COLLECTION. They simply stopped sending them to me.